"You've done this before? Often enough, I wager?" He must have looked like such a fool, crying out so eagerly merely for a single finger and then unable to breathe at Gaius's full length. Estinien presses in, back hunched and slow. In the lamplight he can see the full extent of those scars across Gaius's belly and thighs - in a twisted way, he finds them beautiful. A sign there is a pain they both share.

He considers if he ought to take Gaius's cock in his mouth, as Gaius had done for him, or if that part is optional. Estinien doesn't want to stop staring at his face until he has to.